Hey there, fellow carb enthusiast. Picture this: It’s a crisp October morning in Copenhagen, the kind where the air smells like rain-kissed cobblestones and fresh yeast. I’m pedaling my borrowed bike down a quiet street in Østerbro, the wind whipping my scarf as I chase the scent of cardamom wafting from a nondescript corner shop. […]
I still remember that rainy morning in Paris back in 2018. Jet-lagged and hungry, I wandered into a tiny boulangerie near the Seine and ordered my first authentic French croissant. It was simple—golden, flaky, with just the right amount of buttery pull. That bite transported me; it was pure comfort in pastry form. Fast forward
I still remember my first bite of sogeumppang in Seoul—it was a rainy afternoon in Jongno, and the warm, salty butter bread from a tiny corner bakery melted away the chill like nothing else could. That simple treat wasn’t just food; it felt like a hug from the city itself, blending Korean flavors with European